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wi' my lord, this I think is the proper juncture public business has twa consciences; mind, Sir, till teel the political pulse of my spark, and yance iwa consciences; a releegious and a poleetical confor aw till set it to the exact measure that I would science-you see a mairchant, or a shopkeeper, ha'e it constantly beat.

that kens the science of the world, always luocks

upon an oath in a custom-house, or behind a Enter EGERTON.

counter, only as an oath in business-a thing Come hither, Charles.

of course--a mere thing o' course, that has naeEger. Your pleasure, Sir ?

thing till do wi' releegion; and just so it is at an Sir P. About twa hours since I told you, election, exactly the same—for instance, noow, I Charles, that I received this letter express, com am a candidate-pray observe--I gang till a periplaining of your brother's acteevity at an election wig-maker, a hatter, or a hosier, and I give ten, i' the north, against a particular friend of mine; twanty, or tharty guineas, for a periwig, a hat, or which has given great oflence; and, Sir, ye are a pair of hose, and so on through a majority o' mentioned in the letter, ass weel ass he. To be voters; vary weel, what is the consequence ? why, plain, I must roundly tell ye, that on this inter- this commercial intercourse, ye see, begets a friendview depends my happiness, ass a mon and a ship betwixt us, and in a day or twa, these men faither, and my affection till ye, Sir, ass a son, forgang and give me their suffrages. Weel, what is the remainder of your days.

the inference, pray, Sir ? can ye, or ainy lawyer, Eger. I hope, Sir, I shall never do any thing divine, or casuist, caw this a bribe ? nae, Sir, in either to forfeit your affection, or disturb your fair poleetical reasoning, it is ainly generosity on happiness.

the yane side, and gratitude on the ither-so, Sir, Sir P. I hope so too; but to the point—the let me ha'e na mair of yeer releegious or philosofact is this. There has been a motion made this phical refinements; but prepare-attend-and vary dav, to bring on the grand affair, which is speak till the question, or ye are nae son o' minesettled for Friday se'nnight: noow, Sir, ass ye are Sir, 1 insist upon it. popular, ha'e talents, and are weel' heard, it is ex

Enter Sam. pacted, and I insist upon it, that ye endeavour till atone for yeer misconduct, by preparing and Sam. Sir, my lord says the writings are now taking a lairge share in that question, and sup ready, and his lordship and the lawyers are waitporting it wi' aw your poower.

ing for you and Mr. Egerton. Eger. But, Sir, I hope you will not so exert Sir ė. Vary weel; we'll attend his lordship. your influence, as to insist upon my supporting a (Exit SAM.) Come, Sir, let us gang doown and measure by an obvious prostituted sophistry, in despatch the business. direct opposition to my character and my con

(Going, is stopped by EGERTON science.

Eger. Sir, with your permission, I beg you Sir P. Conscience! did ye ever hear ainy man will first hear me a word or two upon this subtalk of conscience in poleetical maiters ? con-ject. science, quotha!—I ha’e been in parliament these Sir P. Weel, Sir; what would ye say ? three-and-tharty years, and never heard the term Eger. I have often resolved to let you know made use of before—Sir

, it is an unparliamentary (Bows very low.) my aversion to this match. word, and ye wull be laughed at for it.

Sir P. Hoow, Sir ? Eger. Then, Sir, I must frankly tell you, that Eger. But my respect and fear of disobliging you work against my nature-you would connect you, hitherto kept me silent. me with men I despise, and press me into mea Sir P. Your avarsion! hoow dare ye use sic sures I abhor. For know, Sir, that the malignant language till me? your avarsion! luock you, Sir, ferment, which the venal ambition of the times I shall cut the matter vary short-Conseede:---my provokes in the heads and hearts of other men—I fortune is nae inheritance; aw my ain aquiseetion;

I can make ducks and drakes of it; so do not Sir P. What are ye aboot, Sir'; with your provoke me, but sign the articles directly. malignant, yeer venal ambeetion, and your ro Eger. I beg your pardon, Sir; but I must be mantic nonsense ? Sir, every mon should be free on this occasion, and tell you at once, that I ambeetious till serve his country-and every mon can no longer dissemble the honest passion that should be rewarded for it. And pray, Sir, would fills my heart for another woman. not ye wish till serve yeer country ? answer me Sir P. Hoow! another woman! ah, ye villain, that, I say, would not ye wish till serve your how dare ye love another woman without my country?

parmission-but what other woman? wha is she? Eger. Only show me how I can serve my speak, Sir, speak. country, and my life is her's.--Were I qualified Eger. Constantia.

[Bowing very lour. to lead her armies, to steer her fleets, and deal her Sir P. Constantia! Oh, ye profligate! what, a honest vengeance on her insulting foes; or could creature taken in for charity ? mv eloquence pull down a state leviathan, mighty Eger. Her poverty is not her crime, Sir, but by the plunder of his country, black with the her misfortune; and virtue, though covered with a treasons of her disgrace, and send his infamy village garb, is virtue still; therefore, Sirdown to free posterity, as a monumental terror to Sir P. Haud yeer jabbering, ye villain! haud corrupt ambition, I would be foremost in such yeer jabbering! none of yeer romance, or refineservice, and act it with the unremitting ardour of ment, till me. I ha'e but yane question till ask a Roman spirit.

ye, but yane question, and then I ha'e done wi'ye Sir P. Why, ye are mad, Sir; stark, staring, for ever--for ever—therefore think before ye raving mad; certainly the fellow has been bitten answer ; wull ye marry the lady, or wull ve break by some mad whig or other! ye are vary young- my heart? vary young, indeed, in these matters; but experi

Eger. Sir, my presence shall not offend you ence wull convince ye, Sir, that every mon in any longer: but when reason and reflection take


their turn, I am sure you will not be pleased with Bet. Never fear, Sir.

[E. yourself for this unpaternal passion. (Going. Sir P. Wha 's there?

Sir P. Tarry, I command you—and I command ye likewise not to stir till ye ha'e given me

Enter TOMLINS. yane answer—a defeenitive answer-wull ye Where is Maister Sidney ? marry the lady, or wull ye not ?

Tom. In the drawing-room, Sir. Eger. Since you command me, Sir, know then,

Sir P. Tell him I would speak wi' him. (Erit that I cannot-will not marry her. [Erit

! Tomlins.) Why suppose this Sidney noow Sir P. Oh! the villain has shot me through should be privy till his friend Charles' love for the head; he has cut my vitals! I shall run dis- Constantia-what then, gude traith, it is natural tracted—there never was sic a bargain ass 1 ha'e till think that his ain love wull demand the premade wi' this feulish lord-possession of his whole ference-ay, and obtain it too--yas! yas! selfestate, wi' three boroughs upon it; sax members ! self! is an ajloquent advocate on these occasions why, what an acquiseetion, what consequence! for only make it a mon's interest till be a rascal

, what dignity, what weight till the house of Mac- and I think ve may safely depend upon his in sycophant-0! domn the fellow-three boroughs, tegreety in serving himsel. only for sending doon six broomsticks-Oh!

Enter SIDNEY. miserable ; ever since this fallow came intill the world have I been secretly preparing him for the

Sid. Sir Pertinax, your servant. Mr. Tomlins seat of ministerial dignity, and sure never, never told me you desired to speak with me. were times so favourable-every thing conspires;

Sir . Yes, I wanted till speak wi' ye upon a

-Majster Sidney, give for aw the auld poleetical posthorses are broken- very singular business. winded, and foundered, and canna get on; and me yeer hond, gin it did na luock like flattery ass till the rising generation, the vanity of sur-(which I detest,) I would tell ye, Maister Sidney, passing yane another in what they feulishly caw that ye are an honour till your cloth, yeer country, taste and ailegance, binds them hond and foot in and till human nature. the chains of luxury; which wull always set them

Sid. Sir, you are very obliging. up till the best bidder; so that if they can but get

Sir P. Sit ye doon here, Maister Sidney sit wherewithal till supply their dissipation, a meenis

ye doon here by mc—my friend. [They sit.] ter may convert the poleetical morals of aw sic 1 am under the greatest obligations till ye, for the voluptuaries intill a vote that would sell the nation care ye ha'e taken of Charles—the principles, till Prester John, and their boasted leeberties till releegious, moral, and polectical, that ye ha'e inthe great Mogul.


fused intill him, demand the warmest return of

gratitude, baith fra him and fra me. ACT V.

Sid. Your approbation, Sir, next to that of my

own conscience, is the best test of my endeavours, SCENE 1.--A Library.

and the highest applause they can receive.

Sir P. Sir, ye deserve it, richly deserve it; and Enter Sir PERTINAX and BETTY.

noow, Sir, the same care that ye ha'e had of Sir P. Come this way, Betty, come this way; Charles, the same my wife has taken of her ye are a gude girl, and I'll reward you for this favourite, and sure never were accomplishments, discovery. Oh! the villain! ofter her marriage! knowledge, or principles, social and releegious,

Bet. It is true, indeed; I would not tell your impressed intill a better nature than Constantia's. honour a lie for the world; but in troth it lay upon Sid. In truth, Sir, I think so too. my conscience, and I thought it my duty to tell Sir P. She is, besides, a gentlewoman, and of your worship

ass gude a family as any in this county. Sir P. Ye are right, ye are right; it was yeer Sid. So I understand, Sir. duty to tell me, and I'll reward you for it; ye say Sir P. Sir, her faither had a vast estate; the Maister Sidney is in love wi' her too-pray, how which he dissipated, and melted in feastings, and came you by that intelligence ?

friendships, and charities, hospitalities, and sic Bet. Oh! Sir, I know when folks are in love, kind of nonsense-but to the business. — Maister let them strive to hide it as much as they will; 1 Sidney, I love ye-yas, I love you, and ha'e been know it by Mr. Sidney's eyes, when I see him luocking oot, and contriving hoow till settle ye in stealing a sly side-look at her; by his trembling, the world: Sir, I want till see ye comfortably and his breathing short, his sighing when they are honourably fixed at the heed of a respectable reading wgether-besides, Sir, he made love verses family, and gin ye were my ain son, a thoosand upon her, in praise of her virtue, and her playing times, I could na mak'a mair valuable present till upon the music; ay! and I suspect another thing, ye for that purpose, ass a partner for life, than this Sir; she has a sweetheart, it not a husband, not same Constantia, wi' sic a fortune doon wi' her far from hence,

ass ye yoursel shall deem to be competent: ay, Sir P. Wha! Constantia ?

and an assurance of every canonical contingency Bet. Ay, Constantia, Sir-Lord, I can know in my poower till confer or promote. the whole atlair, Sir, only for sending over to Sid. Sir, your ofier is noble and friendly; but Hadley. to farmer Hilford's youngest daughter, though the highest station would derive lustre Sukey (Iilford.

from Constantia's charms and worth; yet, wer Sir P. Then send this instant, and get me a she more amiable than love could paint her in the particular account of it.

lover's fancy, and wealthy beyond the thirst of Bet. That I will, this minute, Sir.

the miser's appetite, I could not-would not wed Sir P. In the meantime keep a strict watch her.

(Rises. upon Constantia--and be sure ye bring me word Sir P. Not wed her! odzwins, mon! ye surprise of whatever new matter ye can pick up aboot her, me! why so ? what hinders?

(Rises. my son, or this Hadley husband or sweetheart. Sid. I beg you will not ask a reason for my

Ay, ay,

refusal ; but, briefly and finally, it cannot be, nor Sir P. I ha'e done wi' ye-I ha'e done wi' ye. is it a subject I can longer converse upon.

noow I can account for my son's conduct; Sir P. 'Weel Sir, I ha'e done, I ha'e done-sit his avarsion till courts, till meenisters, levees, doon, mon-sit doon again—sit ye doon. (They public business, and his disobedience till my comsit.] I shall mention it no more not but I must mands—a perfeedious fellow-ye're a Judas ! ye confess honestly till ye, friend Sidney, that the ha'e ruined the morals of my son, ye villain, but I match, had ye approved my proposal, besides ha'e done wi'ye; however, this 1 wull prophesy profiting you, would ha’e been of singular sarvice at oor pairting, for your comfort, that gin ye air till me likewise; hoowever, ye may still sarve me 80 vary squeamish in obliging your patron, ye'll ass effectually ass if ye had married her.

never rise in the church. Sid. Then, Sir, I am sure I will most heartily. Sid. Though my conduct, Sir, should not

Sir P. I believe it, I believe it, friend Sidney, make me rise in her power, I am sure it will in and I thank ye. I ha'e nae friend till depend her favour-in the favour of my own conscience upon but yoursel-my heart is almost broke I too, and in the esteem of all worthy men; and canna help these tears; and to tell ye the fact at that, Sir, is a power and dignity beyond what yance, your friend Charles is struck wi' a most patrons of any denomination can confer. (Exit. dangerous malady, a kind of insanity-in short, Sir P. What a reegorous, saucy, stiff-necked this Constantia, I am afraid, has cast an evil eye fallow it is !– I see my folly noow; I am undone upon him do ye understand me?

by my ain policy! this Sidney was the last man Sid. Not very well, Sir.

that should ha'e been about my son. The fallow, Sir P. Why, he is grievously smitten wi’ the indeed, hath given him principles that might ha’e love of her, and I am afraid will never be cured done vary weel among the ancient Romans, but withoot a leetle of your assistance.

are domned unfit for the modern Britons-weel! Sid. Of my assistance ! pray, Sir, in what gin I had a thoosand sons, I never would suffer manner?

yane of yeer English univarsity bred fellows, till Sir P. In what manner! Lord, Maister Sid-be aboot a son of mine again ; for they ha'e sic an ney, how can ye be so dull ? Now then, my vary a pride of leeterature and character, and sic saucy gude friend, gin ye would take an opportunity to English notions of leeberty, conteenually fermentspeak a gude word for him till the wench, and ing in their thoughts, that a man is never sure of one contrive to bring them together once, why, in a of them ; but what am I to do? Zoons, he must few days after, he would nae care a pinch o' snuff nae marry this beggar, I canna sit doon tamely for her. (SIDNEY starts up.) What is the matter under that-stay, haud a wee; by the blood, I wi' ye, mon-what the deevil gars ye start and have it-yas ! I ha’e hit upon 't. Juock so astonished ? Sid. Sir, you amaze me! In what part of my

Enter Betty. mind, or conduct, have you found that baseness, Bet. Oh! Sir, I have got the whole secret out. which entitles you to treat me with this indignity ? Sir P. Aboot what?

Sir P. Indignity--what indignity do ye mean, Bet. About Miss Constantia ; I have just had Sir? Is asking ye till serve a friend wi' a wench all the particulars from farmer Hilford's youngest an indignity? Sir, am not I your patron and daughter, Sukey Hilford. benefactor, ha ?

Sir P. Weel, weel, but what is the story? Sid. You are, Sir, and I feel your bounty at quick, quick, what is it ? my heart—but the virtuous gratitude, that sowed Bet. Why, Sir, it is certain that Mrs. Conthe deep sense of it there, does not inform me, stantia has a sweetheart, or a husband, a sort of that in return, the tutor's sacred function, or the a gentleman, or a gentleman's gentleman, they social virtue of the man, must be debased into the don't know which, that lodges at Gaffer Hodges'; pupil's pander, or the patron's prostitute. for Sukey says she saw them together last night

Sir P. Hoow! what, Sir, do ve dispute ? are in the dark walk, and Mrs. Constantia was all in Je na my dependant-ha! and do ye hesitate tears. aboot an ordinary civeelity, which is practised Sir P. Ah! I am afraid this is too gude news every day by men and women of the first fashion ? | till be true. Sir, let me tell ye, however nice ye may be, there Bet. Oh! Sir, it is certainly true ; besides, Sir, is nae a dependant aboot the coort that would nae she has just writ a letter to the gallant; and I jump at sic an opportunity till oblige his patron. have sent John Gardener to her, who is to carry

Sid. Indeed, Sir, I believe the doctrine of pimp- it to him to Hadley; now, Sir, if your worship ing for patrons may be learned in every party would seize the letter. See, see, Sir, here John school : for where faction and public venality are comes, with the letter in his hand ! taught as measures necessary to the prosperity Sir P. Go, go; step ye out, Betty, and leave of the Briton and the patriot-there every vice is the fallow till me. to be expected.

Bet. I will, Sir.

[Erit. Sir P. Oho! oho! vary weel, fine insinuations ! I ken what ye glance at-yas, ye intend this satire

Enter JOHN, with a packet and a letter. as a slander upon meenisters--ay! ay! fine sedee John. There, go you into my pocket. (Puts tion against government.-Oh!'ye villain--ye- up the packet.] There's nobody in the library-ye sirrah-ye are a black sheep, and I'll mark ye, so I'll e'en go through the short way; let me see and represent ye: I'll draw your picture—ah! ah! what is the name–Mel—Meltil-Oh! no! MelI am glad ye show yoursel-yas, yas-ye ha'e ville, at Gaffer Hodges'. taken off the mask at last: ye ha'e been in my Sir P. What letter is that, Sir ? service for many years, ye hypocrite ! ye impos. John. Letter, Sir! tor—but I never knew your principles before. Sir P. Give it Sir.

Sid. Sir, you never affronted them before; if John. An't please your honour, Sir—it it is you had, you should have known them sooner. not mine. VOL. I....I



Sir P. Deliver it this instant, Sirrah; or I'll Lady M. As well as I do my own, Sir; it is break yeer head.

Constantia's. John. There, there, your honour.

Sir P. It is so; and a better evidence it is, [Gives the letter to Sir Pertinax. than any that can be given by the human tongue; Sir P. Be gone, rascal—this I suppose wull here is a warm, rapturous, lascivious letter, under let us intill the whole business.

the hypocritical siren's ain hond; her ain hond, John. You have got the letter, old surly, but Sir, her ain hond. But judge yourselves--read the packet is safe in my pocket. I'll go and it. deliver that, however; for I wull be true to poor Eger. [Reads.) I have only time to tell you, Mrs. Constantia, in spite of you. (Aside : exit. that the family came down sooner than I espectSir. P. [Reading the letter.] Um!-Um!

-ed, and that I cannot bless my eyes with the sight Um! And bless my eyes with the sight of you. of you till the evening. The notes and jewels, Um! um! Throw myself into your dear arms. which the bearer will deliver to you, were preZoouns, this letter is invaluable !

sented to me, since I saw you, by the son of my

benefactorEnter Betty.

Sir P. Now, mark. Oh! Betty, ye are an axcellent wench, this letter

Eger. (Reads.) All which I beg you will conis worth a million.

vert to your own immediate use, for my heart Bet. Is it as I suspected, Sir, to her sweet- has no room for any wish, or fortune, out what heart?

contributes to your relief and happiness. Sir P. It is-it is ! bid Constantia pack oot of

Sir P. Oh, Charles, Charles ? do ye see, Sir, the house this instant; and let them get the chaise what a dupe she makes of you? But mark whał ready to carry her wherever she pleases but first follows; mark, Charles, mark. send my wife and son hither.

Eger. (Reads. Oh, how I long

Sir P. Mark.
Bet. I shall, Sir.
Sir P. Do so, be gone. (Exit Betty.) Aha!

Eger. [Reads.) To throw myself into your Maister Charles, I believe I shall cure your passion

dear, dear armsfor a vartuous beggar noow; I think he canna be

Sir P. Mark, mark. so infatuated as to be a dupe till a strumpet-let

Eger. (Reads.) To soolh your fears, your ap me see-hoow am I till act noow ?—why, like a

prehensions, and your sorrows. I hare sometrue poleetician, I must pretend most sincerely, thing to tell you of the utmost moment, but will where I intend most deceit.

reserre it till we meet this erening in the dark


In the dark walk!

Sir P. In the dark walk-ah! an evil-eyed Weel, Charles, notwithstanding the meesery ye curse upon her! yas, yas, she has been often in ha'e brought upon me, I ha'e sent for ye and yeer the dark walk, I believe--but read, read! mother, in order till convince ye baith of my af

Eger. (Reads.) In the meantime, banish all fection, and my readiness till forgive; nay, and fears, and hope the best, from fortune, und your even till indulge your parvarse passion; for since ever dutiful and ever affectionate I find this Constantia has got hold of your heart,

Constantia Harrington. and that your mother and ye think that ye can Sir P. There, there's a warm epistle for you! never be happy withoot her, why I'll nae longer in short, the fact is—the hussy, ye must know, is oppose your inclinations,

married till the fallow. Eger. Dear Sir, you snatch me from the sharp

Eger. Not unlikely, Sir. est misery. On my knees, let my heart thank Lady M. Indeed, by her letter, I believe she is. you for this goudness.

Sir P. Noow, Madam, what amends can ye Lady M. Let me express my thanks too, and make me for countenancing your son's passion for my joy; for had you not consented to his marry- sic an a reptile ? and ye, Sir

, what ha'e you till ing her, we all should have been miserable.

say for your disobedience and your frenzy? Oh! Sir P. Weel, I am glad I ha'e found a way Charles! Charles, you'll shorten my days! till please ye baith at last--but noow, my dear

(Sits down. Charles, suppose noow, that this spotless vestal, Eger. Pray, Sir, be patient-compose yourthis wonder of vartue, this idol of your heart, self a moment; I will make you any compensashould be a concealed wanton after aw!

tion in my power. Eger. A wanton, Sir!

(Eagerly. Sir P. Then instantly sign the articles of Sir P. Or suppose that she should have an marriage. engagement of marriage, or an intrigue wi' another

Eger. The lady, Sir, has never vet been conmnon, and is only making a dupe of ye aw this sulted, and I have some reason to believe thai her time; I say, only suppose it, my dear, dear Charles; heart is engaged to another man. what would ye think of her ?

Sir P. Sir, that is nae business of yours-I Eger. I should think her the most deceitful, know she wull consent; and that's aw we are till and the most subtle of her sex, and if possible consider. Oh! here comes my lor)! would never think of her again. Sir P. Wull ye give me yeer honour of that?

Enter Lord LUMBERCOURT. Eger. Most solemnly, Sir.

Lord L. Sir Pertinax, every thing is ready, Sir P. Enough–I am satisfied. [Cries with and the lawyers wait for us.

a joy ] You make me young again;

Sir P. We attend your lordship; where is ye were fascinated wi' the charms of a crack. Do Lady Rodolpha ? ye ken this hond?

Lord L. Giving some female consolation to Eger. Mighty well, Sir.

poor Constantia. Why, my lady! ha! ha! ha! Sir P. And ye, Madam ?

hear your vestal, Constantia, has been tlirting!

Sir P. Yas, yas, my lord, she is in very gude better than she should be she has had nae order for ainy mon that wants a wife, and an heir damage in this mansion; but ye may gang till till his estate, intill the bargain.

Hadley, till yane farmer Hodges, and there ye

may learn the whole story, fra a chee, they caw Enter TOMLINS.

Melville. Tom. Sir, there's a man below, that wants to Mel. Melville ! speak to your honour upon particular business. Sir P. Yas, Sir; Melville.

Sir P. Sir, I canna speak till any body noow Mel. (! would to heaven she had no crime to he must come another time; haud-stay, what, is answer but her commerce with Melville—no, Sir, he a gentleman ?

he is not the man; it is your son, your Egerton, Tom. He looks something like one, Sir ; a sort that has seduced her! and here, Sir, are the eviof a gentleman; but he seems to be in a kind of a dences of his seduction. passion; for when I asked his name, he answered Eger. Of my seduction, Sir ? hastily, 'tis no matter, friend, go tell your master Mel. Of yours, Sir, if your name be Egerton. there is a gentleman here, that must speak to him Eger. I am that man, Sir; but pray what is directly.

your evidence ? Sir P. Must! ha! very peremptory indeed ! Mel. These bills, and these gorgeous jewelsprythee let 's see this angry sort of a gentleman not to be had in her menial state, but at the price for curiosity's sake.

[Erit Tomlins. of chastity; not an hour since she sent them, imEnter LADY RODOLPHA.

pudently sent them, by a servant of this house;

contagious infamy started from their touch. Lady R. Oh! my Lady Macsycophant, I am Eger. Sir, perhaps you may be mistaken concome an humble advocate for a weeping piece of cerning the terms on which she received them; female frailty; who begs she may be permitted to do you but clear her conduct with respect to Melspeak till your ladyship, before you finally repro- ville, and I will instantly satisfy your fears conbate her.

concerning the jewels and her virtue. Sir P. I beg your pardon, Lady Rodolpha, Mel. Sir, you give me new life; you are my but it must not he; see her, she shall not. better angel- I believe in your words, your looks

Lady M. Nay, there can be no harm, my dear know then-I am that Melville. in hearing what she has to say for herself.

Sir P. Hoow, Sir! ye that Melville, that was Sir P. I tell you, it shall not be.

at farmer Hodges'? Lady M. Well, well, my dear, I have done, I Mel. The same, Sir; it was he brought my have done.

Constantia to my arms; lodged and secreted me Enter TOMLINS and MELVILLE.

once my lowly tenant, now my only friend;

the fear of inexorable creditors made me change Tom. Sir, that is my master.

my name from Harrington to Melville, till I could Sir P. Weel, Sir, pray what is your urgent see and consult some who once called themselves business wi' me, Sir ?

Mel. To shun disgrace and punish baseness.
Sir P. Punish baseness ? what does the fallow for a few minutes- I will keep

my word with you

Eger. Sir, suspend your fears and anger but mean? wha are ye, Sir ?

religiously; and bring your Constantia to your Mel. A man, Sir.

arms, as virtuous and as happy as you could wish Sir P. A mon, Sir!

her. Mel. And one whose spirit and fortune once bore as proud a sway as any within this country's (Ereunt Lady MACSYCOPHANT and EGERTON. limits.

Sir P. The clearing up of this wench's virLord L. You seem to be a soldier, Sir! tue is domned anlucky! I'm afraid it wull ruin Mel. I was, Sir, and have the soldier's cer aw our affairs again-hoowever, I ha'e yane stroke tificate, to prove my service--rags and scars: for still in my heed, that wull secure the bargain wi' ten long years, in India's parching clime, I bore my lord, let matters gang as they wull. (Aside.) my country's cause, and in noblest dangers sus- But I wonder, Maister Melville, that ye did nae tained it with my sword-at length ungrateful pick up some leetle matter of silver in the Indiespeace has laid me down, where welcome war first Ah! there ha'e been bonny fortunes snapped up took me up-in poverty—and the dread of cruel there of late years by some of the meelitary creditors. * Paternal affection brought me to iny blades. native land, in quest of an only child. I found Mel. Very true, Sir ; but it is an observation her, as I thought, amiable as paternal fondness among soldiers, that there are some men who could desire; but foul seduction has snatched her never meet with any thing in the service but from me; and hither am I come, fraught with a blows and ill fortune—I was one of those, even to father's anger, and a soldier's honour, to seek the a proverb. seducer, and glut revenge,

Sir P. Ah! 'tis pity, Sir; a great pity, noow, Lady M. Pray, Sir, who is your daughter ? that ye did nae get a mogul, or some sic an aniMel. I blush to own her-but-Constantia. mal, intill your clutches-Ah! I should like till Omnes. How !

ha'e the strangling of a nabob—the rummaging Lady M. Constantia !

of his gold dust, his jewel closet, and aw his Eger. Is Constantia your daughter, Sir ? magazines of bars and ingots; ha! ha! ha! gude

Mel. She is, and was the only comfort that traith, noow, sic an a fellow would be a bonny nature, fortune, or my own extravagance, had left cheel to bring over till this toown, and till exhibit

him riding on an elephant; upon honour, a mon Sir P. Gude traith, then I fancy ye wull find might raise a poll tax by him that would gang but vary little comfort fra her; for she is nae near till pay the debts of the nation!

my friends.


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